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Something new, something old, something hidden…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Cecilia cleaned up the study her bereaved mother left in shambles. Her mother had been watching old films of her rock-star father who died 23 years ago. She stacked the films away in canisters, intent on putting them away in the walk-in closet but something else caught her eye. Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Five guitars were situated on the floor of the closet, upright and leaning against the wall for support. On impulse, she reached for the candy-apple-red electric guitar with a skull painted on the base.

She could play the piano, but she never mastered the guitar, which now she regretted since Billy Pitts – who played the electric guitar for the Silent Plaids and was one of the best of the best – had offered to teach her, but she rebelled against the idea since it was her father's instrument of choice. It was a stupid rebellion against him for dying and leaving her as if he had a choice, but she had a stubborn streak and it plagued her more times than not; just another trait she inherited from her father or so her mother told her on many occasions.

Her fingers lightly caressed the skull painted white and black before she returned the instrument to it resting place, but it tilted and before she could right it once more, it fell against the guitar standing next to it, then the next went and the next as if the instruments were imitating the domino effect for her benefit. She cringed and hoped she hadn't caused any damage for her carelessness. She sat down on her knees to pick up the instruments and place them back in order. As she reached to place the last one down, her gaze caught sight of the floorboard in the corner sitting askew. It must have been why the guitar had fallen to the side when she'd put it down.

She reached for board and picked it up, intending set it straight, but her gaze landed on something hidden beneath the plank.

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Hmm...I wonder what she found.

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The Strange Escapes weekend aboard the Queen Mary was a blast. Great speakers and it was so interesting to explore the old ship. I have lots of photos to share.  

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

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Leprechaun Shenanigans @KMNbooks #stpatricksday #recipe #irishtales

Leprechaun Shenanigans

If you’re walking along a wooded path on a moonlit night in spring and hear the tapping of a tiny hammer, you might be lucky to catch a glimpse of an Irish Leprechaun.

According to legend, the leprechaun has a pot of gold hidden somewhere, and he must give up his treasure to the one who catches him. You’ll have to be quick and outsmart the elfin trickster to capture his gold. He’s a sly one, he is. He will try to fool you into looking the other way as he escapes into the forest.

There’s a story where a man made a leprechaun show him where the gold was buried. The man tied a handkerchief to the bush in order to recognize the spot again.He ran home for a shovel, but when he returned on every bush there was a red handkerchief.

What's St. Patrick's Day without soda bread. Here's a recipe for your enjoyment.

Ingredients

  • 3 cups all-purpose flour

  • 1 tablespoon baking powder

  • 1/3 cup white sugar

  • 1 teaspoon salt

  • 1 teaspoon baking soda

  • 1 egg, lightly beaten

  • 2 cups buttermilk

  • 1/4 cup butter, melted

  • 1/4 cup currants (optional)

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease a 9x5 inch loaf pan.

  2. Combine flour, baking powder, sugar, salt and baking soda. Blend egg and buttermilk together, and add all at once to the flour mixture. Mix just until moistened. Stir in butter. Pour into prepared pan.

  3. Bake for 65 to 70 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the bread comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.

Now that you have your soda bread slathered with butter and a cup of your favorite tea in your hand, an Irish tale would make the day extra magical.

Enjoy and Happy Reading!

Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box (UNBELIEVABLE FINDS PARANORMAL Series)

This sweet tale surrounds Aubrey and Ian. They shared a whirlwind romance, but it ended abruptly with no closure.  Aubrey's arrival at the inn will give Ian a chance to explain why he left her,  but will it be enough for her to forgive him? Can a romance gone wrong be rekindle into something more profound?  E-book Available at: Kindle /Nook /Smashwords /Lulu    Print: Amazon /Barnes and Noble

  Moon Shifter

It is forbidden for a moon shifter of The Mac Tíre clan to change a human and save them from death. Grayson Quinn, the alpha of the pack ignores the ancient rule when Sydney Carlisle, his fiancée is ravaged by one of his own kind.

Sydney believes she is a monster, a werewolf. She flees before Grayson can help her adjust, but Grayson must find her. Sydney’s body is still changing and the were-lust will drive her crazy if not sated. He has until the full moon to help her tame the wolf inside and convince her she’s his soul mate. If he fails, he loses her forever.

Sydney still craves Grayson’s touch, but can her heart forgive him for making her one of the Mac Tíre?

Available at Wild Rose Press / Kindle /Barnes and Noble Nook

 

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Time Travel, Magic and OtherWorldly Tales

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Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all my stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena of falling in love.

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Time stood still…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Tears stung her eyes at hearing her father's voice, seeing him and witnessing how he treated her with such loving care. Realizing how this trip down memory lane had affected her, she angrily flipped the switch on the projector to the off position, ending the tender moment and drenching the room in silence.

For a moment she just stood there as if the projector would again turn itself and resume where the film had left off. It didn't and she felt pretty stupid thinking it would. She once again concentrated on the job of rewinding the tape and once finished, she removed the reel and packed it in its container before stacking it on top of the other cases. She picked them up then put them back down again as she realized she didn't know where her mother stored the reels. It wasn't as if she allowed her to see them. These could have been memories for her too, but instead, her mother hoarded the memory of Lars Gunner as if she feared sharing him with anyone would make her face the fact he was never coming home.

She looked around the room, taking it in all at once. Books were lined on a shelf next to an old TV with an antenna and she doubted the thing even worked, but it couldn't be thrown out; it was her father's after all and everything in this room had been his.

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Her mother should have shared the memories with her, don't you think?

Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂

Exciting news! Next week I'm attending a Strange Escapes weekend aboard the Queen Mary. Every Strange Escapes event features in-depth investigation of a haunted location in the United States. Plus, lectures from paranormal notables, television personalities, authors and more. I'll have to share my adventure with you all. 

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday

Snippet Sunday Facebook Group

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Can’t escape your past…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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"Come here, darlin'," she heard her father say in a gentle tone, making her pause, making her wonder who he was talking to in that sweet voice despite the deep timber of it, but at the same time, she did know. Then the blonde haired toddler, clothed in pink and yellow flower pajamas, waddled into view with her hands outstretched toward him. It was her younger self, wanting her father to hold her. He put down the microphone he'd been gripping on top of the road box–the same one that sat next to the desk in the present–and sank down on his haunches. As he gathered her into his arms and stood, his face lit up and she'd be hard pressed not to see how much he loved her.

"Give your daddy a kiss goodnight, CeeCee," she heard a woman's voice say, but she stood just out of the screen's shot, but she knew it to be her mother's voice. Cecilia had long outgrown the nickname, CeeCee–dubbed by her father–and no one called her by that name anymore.

Her younger self gave her father a slobbery kiss with a big noisy sound to go with it. Her father chuckled and kissed her cheek with the same over exaggerated sound to go with the kiss. "Love you, sweet thing," he told her younger self.

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Nothing like memories coming back to haunt you. lol

Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

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Camera rolling, slate, action…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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She left the full bag beside the couch and strode over to the projector intent on rewinding the reel so she could put it away. Her father had a real passion for film, despite the fact it wasn't all that popular in the 90s when video tape recorders were all the rage. Of course, her father owned a camcorder as well and those videotapes were stored in the library upstairs. His bandmates told her a few stories about her father's dream to be a film director. He used to drive them batty as he followed them around and recorded their every move.

She spotted an empty tin on the edge of the desk and there were other tins stacked on the desk too. It appeared her mother had worked through quite a few reels before ending up with the one loaded on the projector. She reached for reel but as her fingers touched it, the projector turned on with a blast of air that sounded similar to hairdryer and the tick-tick-tick of the film reel added to the machine's antiquated music. Her brows drew together as she stared at the faulty machine in surprise. She reached for the switch to turn it off, but a child's giggle drew her attention and she glanced at the wall where the past had come alive in muted colors and grainy lines.
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Can you guess who is the child starring in the home film?

Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday

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Happy Valentine’s Day! #love @KMNbooks

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Make-believe or not?… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative punctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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She glanced around the room that had been untouched by time, a shrine of sorts to her father. His books, his couch, his stereo system that probably been state of the art back when, and heck, his last scribbled notes were still on the desk. She'd been fascinated with the room when she was a kid, most likely because it was considered taboo to go inside.

Her mother's words haunted her. You would say: Daddy's playing his guitar and singing to me.

Had her three-year-old self truly been communicating with her father's spirit? Some believed children were more in tune with the afterlife. She recalled some of her visits home from boarding school–when make-believe was still a big part of her life. She would pretend that her father hadn't died and he was in his study working on his next big hit. She would press her ear against the large wood door and she'd swear sometimes she could hear him in there.

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Now she's starting to remember. Make-believe or not?

Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday

Snippet Sunday Facebook Group

You'll have a chance to win a $10 Amazon Gift card and a copy of TWO WORLDS COLLIDED (or if you own a copy of Two Worlds Collided, then the winner may choose one of my other time travel tales). Plus, for the grand prize, you'll have a chance to win a $50 Amazon Gift card for just entering the Rafflecopter. Don't forget to hop to the other websites for more fun, recipes, and prizes.  http://www.kmnbooks.com/time-travel-for-love/

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Time Travel for Love @kmnbooks #ValentinesDay #Blog Hop Feb 6-14 #ASMSG

THE CONTEST IS CLOSED AND THE WINNER IS... DENISE HOLCOMB! CONGRATULATIONS!
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR PARTICIPATING INT HE HOP.

Valentine's Day is celebrated on February 14 and is the day of romantic gestures. People hand out cards and buy chocolates and flowers for the people they love. It's all about the romance, but what if you and your one and only love kept missing each other, or perhaps he or she wasn't even from this century? If given the chance, would you travel back in time to find him or her?

For this Valentine's Day post, I'm focusing on what we would do for love as we explore the possibilities of 'what if'?

From finding a portal to using a time machine or any other method that manipulates time and space, time travel romances have been an appealing notion to many. Who doesn't want to visit medieval Ireland or Scotland or even the wild, wild west? What if you could stop someone from making a life-shaping mistake? The possibilities are endless.

In my time travel tale, Two Worlds Collided, Evie travels back in time from 2007 to 1997 to save Rock Star, Bellamy Lovel from ending his life. A ritual is involved and her essence, not her body, travels along the timeline to a point where she merges with her younger self. Changing the past is not an easy attempt, and changing someone's destiny proves even more of a challenge.

There are rules to time travel. You can't travel back in time to the same event line twice. It's a one-time shot. Everyone has choices, a fork in the road that can lead to two totally different outcomes. Doesn't mean one path will be what you hoped for, but it's an option if you know the other path totally sucks.

To travel back in time to change someone's past, the correct variable must be present to make the time travel a success. Evie had those variables. She had crossed paths with Bellamy when she was young and would have crossed paths with him again, but she'd taken another path. She was supposed to be with him on the final tour where he ended his life. Last, she possesses an item that belonged to Bellamy. She had the anchor to the past and she had an anchor to come back to the present because of her friends that would be waiting for her return.

Sounds easy, right? Well, bad-boy Bellamy doesn't always cooperate with her plans to nudge him in the right direction. Every move she makes doesn't give her a clear picture to what he'll decide in the end.

About Two Worlds Collided:

Evie Reid on a whim agrees to travel back in time to 1997 to change bad boy Bellamy Lovel's path of destruction. She's smart with a college degree, but she is still fan-girl crazy for the rock band, Civilized Heathens. Evie knows despite all Bellamy's smiles and enthusiasm on the stage, he's destined to end it all on one lonely night in a hotel room unless she can change his path.

Bellamy isn't keen on having Evie as his personal assistant, hired by his band mates to watch over him, and keep him on schedule. However, there is something about the woman that sparks his interest, despite his best to ignore her. When darkness threatens to consume him, he realizes she may be the only light that will chase the shadows away.

Available at:

Ebook: Amazon / Amazon UK / iTunes / Smashwords /Nook / Kobo

In Print: Amazon / Amazon UK / Barnes and Noble /Createspace / Book Depository

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****For my giveaway**** One lucky winner will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card, and an eBook copy of Two Worlds Collided gifted through Amazon. (PDF is available upon request.) If you've already purchased Two Worlds Collided, feel free to choose another one of my books to be gifted to you if you should be the lucky winner.

What do you need to do to win the prize?

  1. Leave your email in the comments

  2. Answer the question? If you time traveled, where would go and why? (The old west? The 50s? Medieval Scotland? Old west? Choose a place. Or would you just go far enough back so not to make that mistake again!)

Good Luck! I'll announce the winner on Feb. 15th.

Free to all: A recipe for Chocolate Peanut Butter Truffles

Ingredients

  1. Roll of refrigerated peanut butter cookie dough (I prefer Pillsbury)

  2. A bag of semisweet chocolate chips (2 cups) ( I prefer Nestle)

  3. Optional (Chopped Peanuts)

Heat oven to 350°F.

Shape cookie dough into 1 1/4-inch balls and place 2 inches apart on a cookie sheets.

Bake until light golden brown (Usually 8-9 minutes). Cool on cookie sheets 5 minutes. Refrigerate 10 to 15 minutes or until completely cooled. Meanwhile, line the cookie sheet with waxed paper and them set aside.

In medium bowl, microwave chocolate chips uncovered on High 60 to 90 seconds, stirring until smooth.

Dip cooled cookie balls, one at a time, into the melted chocolate and place them on the cookie sheet. (You may have to reheat chocolate)

(Optional- If you like, also add chopped peanuts on top of the cookie before the chocolate sets.)

Refrigerate truffles about 10 minutes or until coating is set.

Enjoy!

Don't forget to hop on over to the other blogs for more fun and a chance to win more prizes. Also, enter the Rafflecopter for the grand prize.

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1. A Time For Love ~ Casi McLean 2. Spunk & Hunks ~ Anna Durand
3. Love in the Month of February ~ Mary Morgan 4. Love Potions and Charms ~ Sorchia Dubois
5. He said he wasn't the romantic kind of guy, but... ~ Peggy Jaeger 6. Love and War ~ Gini Rifkin
7. Sexy Chocolate Cakes ~ Kayden Claremont 8. 50 Great Date Ideas ~ Devon Mckay
9. Hearts Abound ~ Tena Stetler 10. Love Every Day ~ Darlene Fredette
11. Importance of Valentines Day ~ Maureen Bonatch 12. Souls Forever Bound ~ Judith Sterling
13. Mysterious Origins of Valentine's Day ~ Barbara Bettis 14. A Romantic Valentine Dinner ~ Jana Richards
15. Steamy Romance Meets Spooky Suspense ~ Kathryn Knight 16. Book Bling ~ Elizabeth Alsobrooks
17. Sweet Romances ~ Katherine McDermott 18. Historical Heartbeats ~ Brenda B. Taylor
19. An Awesome Bewitching Author Valentines Day ~ Lisa Voisin 20. Idea City ~ Kitsy Clare/Catherine Stine
21. Welcome to the ABA Valentine Hop ~ Linda Nightingale 22. Bridie Hall YA Author ~ Bridie Hall
23. A Time For Love Valentine Blog Hop ~ Amber Daulton 24. 'Out Of This World' Romance ~ Hywela Lyn
25. Time Travel For Love ~ Karen Michelle Nutt 26. Valentine's Day - A Family Tradition ~ Holland Rae
27. Historical Heartbeats

 

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Do you remember what you said? End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 8.  Last week snippet is here.

Lars Gunner, rock star, and Cecilia's father died 23 years ago. Her mother has never gotten over losing him. They're in Lar's study that is more like a shrine filled with items he owned in life. Phoebe (Cecilia's mother is speaking first). This is Cecilia's POV.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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She moved from her grip and walked over to the black road case, which had wheels and a handle to make transporting equipment, music sheets, and other such items from place to place that much easier. Her father had taken this one with him on the road since his first concert when singing for his supper hadn't been a joke but a reality to when the band had finally made it big and gourmet banquets were set out for them as if they were kings. It was like having a lucky sock or coin, but his lucky item just happened to be a beat up old roadie box. Her mother had one too, but hers had been custom made with leopard fur and rhinestones.

Her mother's hand slid over the black box, pausing over the dent in one corner as if that particular dent held a fond memory. "Right after your father died, you would come in here and stare at this beat up old thing and I would ask you what you were doing," she said and glanced over her shoulder at her. "Do you remember what you said?"

She shook her head.

"You would say: Daddy's playing his guitar and singing to me." Her mother pulled her wrap closer around her as if for warmth and said, "You were always his little girl and even in death, you loved him more than me."

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday

Snippet Sunday Facebook Group

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“He’s here, you know”, she whispered… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 7.  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia found her mother watching films of her father who died 23 years ago. It's around the anniversary of his death and it always triggers her mother's annual drinking binge.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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"I was watching films of your father," her mother said as if she didn't already know this. "He was so damn handsome," her mother added as she reached out her hand and tucked a long strand of hair behind Cecilia's ear. Her mother's fingers were cold to the touch when she cupped her face. "You look so much like him," she said and her voice choked on those words and tears fell, leaving streaks on her cheeks.

She'd heard this a million times how much she looked like her father and she sometimes wondered if that was why her mother had sent her away to boarding school; she couldn't look at her without remembering her long dead husband.

She took her mother's hand and lowered it and said, "Let's draw you a bath and once you're all cleaned up, I'll tuck you into bed."

Her mother nodded, obviously too tired to argue with her, which proved a blessing in disguise. "He's here, you know," she whispered as she helped her mother to her feet and couldn't help but notice her breath smelled like an ashtray.

"Who's here?" she asked.

"Your father," she told her and glanced around the room as if Lars Gunner would manifest to prove her point.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday

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